Numbing Tristan

One of my dearest friends recently got married and I was there. Seriously, I was expecting her to cry as early as the bridal march but she did not shed a single tear. I was impressed that she never cried that day - to think she's the ultimate cry baby. So I asked (or wait, did she volunteer the information?), how she was able to hold herself together.

"I listened to the (bridal) song over and over again... para masanay na ko."

And now it makes sense. It seems that it was the perfect way to numb oneself - slow repeated torture. Perfect.

To start with, I'll start with this one - I have been avoiding this song for the longest time. But, I guess, I am much stronger now.




I intend to listen to this until it makes me so weak; until I recover; until I can't feel the pain anymore; until I stop cringing every single time I see their names; until I simply just don't care; until I gain full control of my life again.

Kaya to!